Final Word
All my Life
what I mistook for friendly
pats on the back
were really hands
that pushed me
further and further down
The more I struggle the less
I achieve
Deep, Chlorine Breaths
Minutes bleed into hours,
bleed into days
something keeps me in
this disinfected womb
We see
things differently
in daylight, I suppose
I mean, everything is an excuse
for something
But my Conscience is intact
I can deny everything
I'm waving into blind eyes.
Mansun : Witness to A Murder (Part Two)
And now what we all came here for: Hard Core Nudity!